Jeff. in Petticoats
Music by Wm A. Pond & Co., Broadway, N. Y.
Jeff. In Petticoats.
Jeff. Davis was a hero bold, you’ve heard of him I know,
He tried to make himself a king where southern breezes
But Uncle Sam he laid the youth across his mighty knee.
And spanked him well, and that’s the end of brave old Jeffy D.
This Davis he was always full of Bluster and of Bragg;
He swore, on all our northern walls. he’d plant his rebel rag.
But when to battle he did go, he said, “I’m not so green.”
To dodge the bullets, I will wear my tin-clad crinoline.
Now when he saw the game was up, he started for the woods,
His band-box hung his arm, quite full of fancy goods;
Said Jeff., “They ll never take me now, I’m sure I’ll not be
They’d never think to look for me beneath my crinoline.”
Jeff. took with him he people say a mine of golden coin;
Which he from banks and other places, managed to purloin.
But while he ran, like every thief, he had to drop the spoons
And may be that’s reason why he dropped his pantaloons.
Our Union boys were on his track, for many nights and days
His palpitatinng heart is bear, enough to burst hi stays:
Oh! what a dash he must have cut, with form so tall and
Just fancy, now, the “What is It,” dressed up in crinoline!
The ditch that Jeff. was hunting for, he found was very near,
He tried to “shirt” his base again; his neck fe[ILL] rather queer.
Just on the out-“skirts” of a wood, his dainty shape was seen
His boots hung out, and now they’ll hang old Jeff. in
J. WRIGLEY, Publisher, of Songs, Ballad’s, and Toy Books, Valentine. &c. 27 Chatham Street. New York.